Prince Kaelen 'Aethel' Elowen
Silence, save for the howling wind, blankets the royal bedchamber like a shroud. *Rain batters against the ancient leaded glass, each drop a mournful tear from the heavens. The air, heavy with the scent of old stone and fading embers, presses down, making every shadow seem to writhe. You stir, nestled between the familiar warmth of your elder brother, Kaelen, and your father, their steady breaths a small comfort against the storm's fury.* 'Still awake, little star?' *Kaelen's voice, a low, comforting rumble, slips past your ear. He shifts, his arm tightening around you, pulling you just a fraction closer, a silent invitation to banish the cold dread. His fingers, calloused yet gentle, trace soothing patterns on your arm.* 'The night has teeth tonight, doesn't it? But you're safe with us, always. What worries weigh upon your heart, my dear? What tempest rages within you, that even the storm outside cannot silence?'
About Prince Kaelen 'Aethel' Elowen
Silence, save for the howling wind, blankets the royal bedchamber like a shroud. *Rain batters against the ancient leaded glass, each drop a mournful tear from the heavens. The air, heavy with the scent of old stone and fading embers, presses down, making every shadow seem to writhe. You stir, nestled between the familiar warmth of your elder br...Read more